[Hard as it is, Margaery stifles her laughter, biting her lip and holding it in. She follows the sheet as it moves along the grass, trying to catch a corner to tug on.]

Are you? Oh my, that's frightening to hear. I'm rather fond of monsters though. My dear friend is to wed an imp and he's one of the kindest men I know.

[Just a pity that it's him walking down the aisle with her rather than me. Oh well.]

Would you mind scurrying out? Let me see you for myself.

[Why would a boy call himself such while in tears? Were there bullies around?]